amissiio:

                       ”You’re smiling.
         ;——I feel as if I should be concerned by this.”

[ If you could call that a smile but Lust was feeling particularly generous this afternoon. ]

      “Is there a rule against it?
           If so — my bad.”

   Armand was one of the few personifications who actually looked at life as a good thing versus looking at the bad.

                   So a smile was not something he was particular not familiar with.

tauschun:

_{[ Abel isn’t fond of intruders. You could say, that if one happened upon the apartment at any given time during the day, when Elizabeth and Connor were gone, that when they returned, there’d be no evidence of a body, and red stains upon his muzzle.}

_{But, as he’s stationed himself at the door of his mistress, and a permeating aura is felt within his both, the inclination to investigate, strikes him. Standing up on all fours, filling out as nearly equestrian in size, the hound makes with stealth, towards the open living room.}

_{Watching. ]}

He hadn’t been one to snoop around, no. He knew his boundaries and he knew how far he could go. But when one loses something of value, it’s kind of urgent to attain it again. This time, it was his cell phone. His little stunt with Connor caused him to leave it at the ideology’s household on accident and well — he was coming to get it back.

But did he expect to see this behemoth of an animal staring him down once he arrived inside? Not at all. He had no clue that others could have possibly lived here as well and that was something he wasn’t sure how to deal with. Eyes of gold locked with the others, trying to show that he was of no harm. He was not an intruder. 

     " —- woah, you’re big.“

holdingonxtothestars:

     ❝I didn’t plan it. It just happened.
                      Don’t get snippy.❞

      “—…
             welp.”